♥️💕♥️💕♥️💕♥️💕

I want to brag again about my wonderful man. He came home exhausted, as usual, at midnight apologizing for being so busy and scoops me up into his arms, sitting us both down on the couch. He held me for a while, so tightly it felt like his very soul was trying to cling to mine. It was great that he was strong enough to carry me again. He told me it had been really tough again but knowing he was going home to me made it all worth it and I would never know how much he misses me while he's gone. After a while I convinced him he needed sleep, though I don't know if he ate much besides the soup I brought him. As soon as I was in bed his arms reach for me and I snuggle close, feeling such peace and comfort. This is what I mean when I say he is love; he kisses me, tells me he loves me, and we start to fall asleep. This is all I ever wanted and exactly why I defend him to my mom. He's (obviously) back at work and I need to bring him his food, but I couldn't help but share that. I can honestly say no man has ever been like this with me; none were ever this loving and sweet. I guess that's it for now.